Breathing Stone

It had seemed a good idea,
But on reflection she had
Lost her passing days in the tears.
Covered up and kept it to herself;
Take the knocks and never tell.
Whispers.
Everyone had known,
But it wasn't done to come between
A man and wife, oh,
Back in those days we crave.
I'll be gone
And you will forget,
Only the record in stone
Will speak for me yet.
The floors creak
To unseen feet,
She is here again.
Words from no human voice
Circle my throat,
Invade the silence,
And catch my hands.
I'll be gone
And you will forget.
Unseen, I'll be there
When it's quiet,
And you're alone.
The house will start to talk to you.
It can tell,
Through it's old bones.
The memories of long ago,
Alive in stone.